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"Peek?" Xiao Yu did not let go of his hand. He gently rubbed Mu Xiaoling's neck, this kind of action always felt like he was holding her opponent's life in his hands. He rather liked it.

"Is that one of yours?" Mu Xiaoling slapped his hand away without hesitation.

Xiao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, and slightly curled the corners of his lips, "I guess so